**Chapter 25Three Years Later — The Weight of Becoming**Time did not walk.It flew.Three years later, the Bandra apartment looked different.Not because the furniture had changed.But because the girls living inside it had.Suhani sat cross-legged on the floor, papers scattered around her like a battlefield of dreams. Her laptop screen glowed with the title of her PhD thesis:**“Community-Based Rehabilitation and Emotional Resilience in Urban Margins.”**Her hands trembled slightly.Deadline: Tomorrow.She exhaled slowly.“I’m not scared,” she whispered to herself.But her heartbeat betrayed her.She was scared.Scared of not being enough.Scared of being too much.Scared of proving herself… and still feeling incomplete.From the kitchen, Niddhi’s